Isiea climbs back onto Ares.

She watched him go. She stayed still for a moment, before turning and leaving out the room.

The gnomes guided the girls to their rooms

She closed the door behind her, then flopped onto the bed.

Isiea goes right to sleep. She's tired.

The numerous quilts didnt quite protect them from the incessant chill; it crept into whatever cracks it could find, stealing away the heat with frozen fingers. Also, Grimalkin slept on top of Lise, his furry body a blessed warmth, but he kept digging his claws into her skin.

Of course he slept right ontop of her. Because apparently she was some sort of human cat pillow. Despite the chilling cold and the fact that Grim kept digging into her skin, she managed to get some sort of sleep.

Isiea sleeps heavily.

Early the next morning, Ash was in the dining hall, practicing sword drills by the gray light of dawn. His lean, honed body glided over the tiles, sword sweeping gracefully through the air, eyes closed in concentration.

Isiea, impatient to be mobile again, tries to walk in the hopes maybe her burns magically vanished.